My relationship started in the beginning of 2015 and my reading drought started in early 2015 as well. I have been thinking that maybe the reason why I didn’t try so hard to go back to my fantasy was because my reality is finally so much better.
What I read in romance novels before was happening before my eyes…was happening to me. For the longest time, I did not seek the thrill of reading someone else’s first date or someone else’s first kiss because I was living my first date, my first kiss and more. And for that long moment, I am finally living in the fantasy that I used to read. I have my own prince charming, my knight in shining armor. I have my own man to sweep me off my feet, to hug me because I needed it and kiss me because I deserved it.
I used to fantasize about what it feels like to get butterflies in the stomach, goosebumps in the skin and chills in the body. And it feels good. I do not live vicariously through the lives of fictional characters anymore. I do not feel the second-hand emotions from a girl who finally realized that she is someone’s number one. Because I finally realized that there is this boy who is willing to cross oceans just to make me feel that I am important and loved. Here is a boy who, despite being worlds apart, sought me out to make sure that I know he is still there, waiting for me.
And then it came to that moment when both our worlds collided. And it started there, a new beginning, a new love story that I began to write in my reality.
Do It For Yourself 